Crab Dip and Meatballs

This past weekend my roommate and I threw a housewarming party so our friends could come over and see our place, drink some (a lot) of wine, and mingle with each other. We played Cranium, and I'm thinking that it may not be the best game to play when you're 3 glasses deep of Riesling. The boys that decided to play got really into and and sadly kicked the girls' butts.

It was also a great chance to get to know some new friends better, and to catch up with some old ones.

Everyone got to meet Dave too and scope him out. The conscensus of the group was that he was a fun guy and seemed to compliment me well. There may have been dancing in the kitchen and him dealing with my I may have had too much wineness. It was a nice time and I'm hoping I didn't stress Dave or Jess out too much with all my planning and bossiness. I'm realizing more and more now that I'm older and back out on my own that I've completely turned into my father. Sitting on the couch watching TV the other day I kept looking over at the dining room table...I could just SEE all the dust that was being highlighted by the light coming in from the window. I had to dust before I could relax. Terrible. Even the night of the party in my drunken stupor I cleaned up, and put things into containers...and STILL dreamed I left the crab dip out on the counter.

It was a fun time and I can't wait for it to get hot out so we can bbq by the pool. I swear I'll be better then..chips, hot dogs, hamburger, beer...done. No planning needed.